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#6th Month of 87 AD
The weather in Grey Glen was surprisingly clear on the day of the feast. Everything had been properly prepared for, with each of the tables hosting a bountiful platter of chicken, boar and vegetables for the guests to choose from. Still, Torgold couldn't help but feel a bit of sadness. It was as though someone was not in attendance, although he couldn't figure out who.
9th month of 78 AD
The day after the feast Torgold would host his tournament, feeling a bit better today.
Timeline Early Morning: Hunt
Morning: Squires Melee
Early Afternoon: Joust
Afternoon: Archery
Evening: Melee
As soon as he looked outside the windows of his castle on the morning of his feast Torgold Tollett knew he hadn't put enough thought in hosting his party in Grey Glen. Today of all days the weather was miserable - the skies were and unwelcoming grey, rain steadily dropped and worst of all was the fog which was the thickest the young Lord had seen in sometime.
"I shouldn't let this get to me, today will be a great time." He tried to force on a smile as he left the window in-order to get properly dressed for the feast.
Despite only being a girl of eight and ten, Ruta was considered one of the most important servants in Grey Glen. With her gifted intellect for a low-born girl, she was often chosen for tasks that required a great deal of thought and so she was chosen for the task of ensuring there was enough food prepared for the guests. She was proving exceptional at this task and would have loved to have continued with her task for the rest of the night, but luck was not in her father.
"Ruta! Get over 'ere quick, yer needed for another task. We 'ave need of fresh water and ye'r the only servant that I can afford to sen' out!" Janyce, the greying cook barked.
"I thought Esgred was already fetching the water!" Ruta protested.
"Seems Esgred ain't worth shit! Two hours and she still ain't back!"
And so Ruta would be forced out into the rain and told to head to the nearby stream. It was the worst task she could have been given, navigating the fog covered forest of Grey Glen was never an easy job and she always found the atmosphere unnerving.
She would walk through the forest for hours until the stream was finally in sight. Unfortunately that wasn't the only thing she seen however. There was a figure there as well, slumped against a tree. Because of her curiosity Ruta couldn't help but approach it, taking light steps so as not to be heard until finally she was able to get a proper look at it.
Esgred.
Ruta's heart started to beat rapidly and her legs buckled beneath her at the sight. "S-seven protect me...." She stuttered out in h
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A modest group of burnt orange-clothed soldiers and their very important patrons departed Runestone soon after the Great Hunt. Their destination was not too far, but the Royce Lord wished to take every precaution with his two wards and niece traveling with him. Slow and steady, yet armed and well-protected, they traveled just south of Runestone towards the near bottom tip of the peninsula.
Since taking up his position in the Falcon Council, Yorwyck had not visited the keep of House Tollett for near a decade. He wondered what had changed since - certainly Harlan no longer reigned, that much was certain. Hopefully, Ser Symon was a kinder man than his brother. He looked to the young boy, Torgold, wondering for a moment how he would take to Grey Glen. A home for House Tollett by all means except that Yorwyck doubted Torgold had ever been.
He felt sadness for the boy. How often was it that Lords came to rule over land and keeps that they had not themselves grew up in - Yorwyck wondered. Grey Glen might not ever become a home to him.
Upon coming to the gates of Grey Glen, one of the Royce soldiers came forth to announce the arrival of their group.
76AD - Month 5A
Skimming over the water like a seabird in flight, the Pryjagon made excellent time on its journey from Driftmark. Aemidon was disappointed that his uncle would not allow him at the helm, instead Vismond had the young Lord sit and play cyvasse, a game Aemidon despised, while Vismond talked about previous trade negotiations the man had gone on when Daemon was Lord. Helaena sat with the navigator, watching and learning as the man plotted the complicated course that brought the Pryjagon around Pincer Point, down the Bay of Crabs before tacking back and forth on a north-east trip to Grey Glen.
At last they made it to the harbor of Grey Glen. Setting anchor after they had the dockspace Lord Aemidon, Vismond and Helaena Velaryon disembark with 6 MaA leaving the other 6 to guard the ship. Vismond searches for the harbormaster with his young charges.
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Various ravens from Grey Glen arrive at different keeps, sealed with the same winged sword as the Order.
It had been thirteen years since the young Carolei Tollett had disappeared in the mists of Grey Glen, a memory that Ser Symon recalled bitterly. The younger sister of Queen Dowager Teora and the former Lord Harlan had been a rather troublesome youth: always acting in a manner that wasn't proper for a girl of three and ten. Always running off and getting into trouble, she had caused lord Robett and her siblings a great deal of stress - yet surely nobody wanted to see the girl disappear in the manner that she had. Stolen without any prior-warning by the grey fog that had surrounded the land.
Now a boy had been taken: Dale had only recently arrived at his fifteenth name-day and yet he had disappeared without a trace. He was only a servant boy, born to a maid named Ella and an unknown father. Yet that was what interested the elderly Knight the most about Dale. Although he had never spoken a word of this before as he prefered to maintain his families dignity, he had heard various gossip over the years that Ella had been one of lord Harlan's lovers.
He sat in his chambers, deep-in thought as he tried to make sense of what had happened. Was Grey Glen cursed? Or perhaps the more likely scenario was that someone had made Carolei and Dale 'disappear' on purpose.
It was a sickening thought, that a child-killer was likely still roaming the halls of Grey Glen.
"I'm over-thinking all of this... the boy probably just ran off for a bit- He'll return by the end of the week.." The old man reassured himself, rubbing his eyes as he felt exhaustion hit him.
Lord Lyonel Waynwood's entourage of knights accompanied by Vaella Blackfyre continued there tour through the Vale. The next keep on the list was Grey Glen of House Tollet. An honorable house led by an honorable young lord. Lyonel was fond of the Tollets as he was with most of the Vale. Despite some of the criticisms of his Grandfather's long and relatively uneventful rule, Lyonel could not ignore the excellent rapport Lord Adrian had established with many of the houses. It was a blessing and one that Lyonel wished to keep throughout his reign as the Lord of Ironoaks. To prevent an awkward completely unannounced arrival Lyonel sent one of his knights by the name of Ser Lewyn ahead to inform the Tollets.
A couple of hours after Ser Lewyn had reached Grey Glen to inform Lord Royce, Lord Lyonel and the rest of the Waynwood party arrive. Lyonel rode at the front with Lady Vaella riding at his side. He wore light and comfortable riding clothes emblazoned with the broken wheel of Ironoaks on his breast. He greeted whoever is there at the gate.
"Good morrow. I hope my rider has arrived before me, as we have not passed him on the road. It matters not, however. I come wishing to speak with the Lord of this house, Lord Royce Tollet."
